Search results for 'instrumental by 98' Page #18

Cash That I Got

Swishahouse All-Stars

Day Hell Broke Loose, Vol. 2 [Bonus Chopped CD]

2001

and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her

początek (właśnie)
Jak i koniec w '98
W dziewięćdziesiątym ósmy w '98
Hip hop muzyka stary tym się kieruj

To jest tak zastanów się kogo kryć chcesz
Ja i

drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz

So gimme just a minute and I'll tell you why.

Chorus:
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy.

--- Instrumental ---

I don't care how you look at me
Because

(Don't let me leave)
Don't let me leave ya girl
Cause if I do, I promise I will look the other way
Girl I know you need me by your side
You don't see it,

< instrumental opening > 
  
Letters, we get letters, 
we get stacks an' stacks of letters . . . 
  
< instrumental break > 
  
Dear Perry . . .

And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed

I ain't got that type of history
I don't play the victim
Last 4 days looking like a symphony
With these instrumentals
Me and my bitch stepped out

your own light

(Instrumental)

I know, I know
You had been hurt
By someone else
Don't waste your time
Look at the star
You carry inside
Turn on shine

do it like this
Should we hit em with a hook and a hit that bang
Naw hit em wit a riddle that will cripple instrumentals
Should we get em on a chorus

raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member

(instrumental riff)

WOKE UP ON THE SOFA IN A STRANGERS HOUSE,
WITH WALNUT LUNGS AND A COTTON MOUTH,
THE EVENTS OF THE PREVIOUS NIGHT COME BACK TO ME,
ONE BY ONE,

(instrumental riff)

WOKE UP ON THE SOFA IN A STRANGERS HOUSE,
WITH WALNUT LUNGS AND A COTTON MOUTH,
THE EVENTS OF THE PREVIOUS NIGHT COME BACK TO ME,
ONE BY ONE,

got big plans baby on another level
Lately i've been having conversations with the devil
Stressing in my mind rapping on a instrumental
I be making

instrumentals off Youtube you could call me Jack the Ripper, I'm funny
Jump inside the green as quick as a bunny, my money low so I aint eatin no mo
I take a beat

the answers, but not quite the path
She knows the many will be left holding fast to the air

Pt iii. ‘Lingering’ (Instrumental)
Pt iv. ‘A Worthless Book?’
He’s

life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got

instrumental)

VERSE 3
IT'S LIKE LIVING IN A FANTASY 
DISAPPOINTED BY REALITY
TRY TO COME BACK, START SOMETHING NEW
BUILD UP YOURSELF
IT'S ALL TO YOU
STAY STRONG

But I'm due for luck she won't be creaped
By the end of this song in her mind in my arms she leaps
Now if that is just not the case highlight my ass

you're confused by the greys
Misconception when it comes to the age
Stop playing yourself, I'm as instrumental as the beats that I rap on
My aura

Intro 
Up up up and away

Hook:
Body and brains 
Good vibes 
Like an instrumental 
Take me away to a place
Where I never been to 
Smoke the urple

don't have the time for shit
We don't have the time for instrumentals in the fucking whip
Talking all that talk but you never walk the walk
One phone call

Timeless Dance
words by Eric Anton Kreuter
music by Bernadette Brown

Take my hand
Walk with me
We're in a timeless dance
Trust my lead

You're my

[Intro]
(Soft instrumental melody playing)

[Verse]
Sun-kissed shores and swaying palm trees (yeah)
Drinks in hand, feeling the ocean breeze (breeze)